There once was a boy,
That needed help.
That boy received none.
There once was a boy,
That wanted his love,
She was taken.
This boy grew anger,
And hatred.
But not for who did this,
But for himself.
This boy now wears chains.
Chains that hold him back,
Chains that prevent him to fall again.
Fall for the same thing,
That someone actually loved him.
That someone actually tried to help.
These chains are held together,
Held together by a single lock.
There is only one key.
Only she who has it,
Can release him.
From all the hate.
From all the anger.
From these chains....
These chains..
That hold the boy,
That is me..